Golden

So I came across few posts from a friend and was overwhelmed by what, I think, that person is or was going through. I don’t want this to come across as an insensitive to a situation which is far more serious, personal — which I don’t have any right to comment on. It is just that few days back I woke up to this feeling of trying to capture these emotions into words, and this just followed along.

So here it goes:

I could see the change, I could feel the pain
 By the words that she let out, in silent reign
 Oh the scars that only some could see
 She locked her heart, threw away the key

Won’t let anyone in, hurt as she has many times been
 Has learned to numb away the pain, hesitant to let herself out again
 But you pick yourself, dust off, keep on and walk on
 With a broken shattered, yet a golden, unwavering heart

I don’t know why it aches, why did it all fall down and break
 But you pull it all off, with a smile, and whatever it takes
 While the memories keep washing up the lake

And there are moments when it may get too hard
 You don’t want the world to see while the pieces fall apart
 But you pick yourself, dust it, keep it and walk on
 With a broken shattered, yet a golden, unwavering heart

Originally published at anuragbanerjee.com on February 24, 2016.